I'm sitting, paralyzed. Just staring into his eyes and tiny figure, he keeps opening his mouth but I can't hear anything. "Fuck you, man." I stood up and kept walking towards the gas station, as I walked through the door, I looked back and he was still standing there with a very upset look on his face. I bought two packs, I knew that after what happened, one pack wasn't going to do it. I step outside and Gabe isn't there anymore, I shrugged it off and didn't know if to feel relieved or scared that I couldn't see where he was. It takes about 15 minutes to walk home so I fast walked, I think I even jogged just to feel safe in my home, with my Angie. I shoved my hands in my pockets to find the keys, I checked in my back pocket, I checked in my jacket's pocket, I hear no jiggle, I feel no keys. I look at my hands and the cigarette packs aren't there, it's not that they're not there.. it's just that they're not cigarette packs. They're pills, two jars of pills. I need something, anything to calm myself down, almost instinctevly I gobbled down the pills, they taste like cigarettes..
I'm standing in a long hallway, in front of a door but this isn't the only door, I could see at least 10 or more doors on the two walls. The worst part is that each door has a name, and the one I'm standing in front of has my name, but why am I the only one standing in the hall? Suddenly I collapse and my insides start to hurt, the soarness between my legs comes back even stronger than when I first felt it, the back of my head is pounding and I can't stand it. I could see the blood from behind my head dripping to my shoulders and chest. If this is a dream why, why is there so much pain? -"Hey! Didn't we- Oh, want more, huh?" It's Johnathan's voice and instantly fear creeps all over my body, from my head wound all the way down my spine to the back of my legs. He's wearing a blue paper-ish shirt and loose white pants followed by a white stupid looking hat, looks what an old lady would wear when she got into the shower and didn't want her hair getting wet. I felt my lips moving, oh shit did I really say that? When I realized that I said what I was thinking all my hairs stood on end, my face went cold and the rest of my limbs followed. What's going to happen to me?
-"Hey! Didn't we- Oh, want more huh?"
-"I'd do it all over again, I'd do it to your mom and scatter her pieces where you sleep."
